Zand woke up with a start as the dreadful memories of his childhood haunted him to no good. He sighed as he found himself covered in sweat. He felt blessed and even thanked Michael in his mind for offering him a reason to stay near the mansion.
'I know you're my mother…' He mused as he got down from the bed and without stopping, his steps took him before the room meant for Komachi and Mona in the mansion.
"Who is it?" Komachi's voice could be heard from the other side of the room, and his face twisted as a bitter taste formed in his mouth.
"Zand it is." His voice sounded gloomy, as he successfully concealed his stirring up emotions; they were only meant for one person, and he wasn't going to let any other see it.
"What are yo—" Before Komachi could comprehend, he dashed inside the room, sneaking past him with not much hurdle.
